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Friday, November 10, 2006

Verizon Killed My Day Today

My landline died sometime last week. Again.

Actually, I suppose I should be thankful, because it saved me from having to deal with any pre-election robocalls. But now that the Dems have picked up control of Congress, it was time to get it fixed.

I submitted a repair request through the Verizon web site on Wednesday, which was substantially less aggravating than doing it over the phone. Of course, my appointment window was less-than-convenient, being between 8am and 6pm.

Granted, I can work just fine from home. But I don't enjoy it particularly, especially since it turns me into a shut-in for the day. Maybe it'll be different if and when I finally get a real office setup.

The tech came at around 3:30pm, and quickly determined that it was a problem with the outside wiring (which I already knew). In a miracle of miracles, he was one of those inside/outside guys (he even had a bucket truck), so I didn't have to set up another appointment with someone else: He was able to fix the problem, which was apparently a short in the wiring in the box up the street.

So that's one bit of procrastination swatted down. Next up: Buying a new washer/dryer, and finally replacing my cell phone before it flies apart. Though I will probably have to work in some leaf-raking this weekend. And, of course, there's Blogsgiving.

2 comments:

If the owner of verizonisevil.com ever gets around to finishing the site, you should post this there...

I'm so *u**ing sick of calling my internet provider, telling them they have a problem outside of my house, having to go through their brain dead checklist of phone support, followed by scheduling an appointment for a tech to come to my house, only to find out (as ALWAYS) that the problem is on their end.

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